There's something in the air That wants me to beware tonight There's something in the air There's music in the breeze I never saw the stars so bright
Is it a sin, is it a crime Loving you, dear, like I do? If it's a crime, then I'm guilty Guilty of loving you Maybe I'm wrong Dreaming of you Dreaming
on my shoes and shine in me hair And there's Al Bowlly, he's up on a stand Oh that was a voice and that was a band Al Bowlly's in heaven and I'm in limbo
come on, you sinners hallelujah come on, you sinners hallelujah come on, you sinners, come be safe hallelujah stay on the right side, sister stay on
I feel so lazy when I'm lying in the hay sunny summer day cares at miles away I feel as hazy as the lazy sun above only want to dream of love there'
sweet and lovely sweeter than the roses in may sweet and lovely heaven must have sent her my way skies above me never were as blue as her eyes and if
you ought to see sally on sunday dressed up in her dandy sunday clothes with her hat on one side she's the picture of charm just imagine my pride as she
of all the girls I've known, and I've known some until I first met you I was lonesome and when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light and this old
love is the sweetest thing what else on earth could ever bring such happiness to everything as love's old story? love is the strangest thing no song
If I should say the night is grand Would you demand the proof Of would you be Indifferent and aloof You seem to think that half aloof Is better than
midnight with the stars and you midnight and a rendez-vous your eyes held a message tender saying "I surrender all my love to you" midnight brought
Oversættelse: Thompson, Richard. Al Bowlly er In Heaven.
Spit on my shoes and shine in me hair And there's Al Bowlly, he's up on a stand Oh that was a voice and that was a band Al Bowlly's in heaven and I'm
